My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 379: King's Feast (5)

PS: I'm so sorry, I didn't update till 12: 30.

PS1: Tired, go to sleep.

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“Well, it's getting late. I'll cook and go home after dinner, Nero.” Keiral's plan excited two women, looking out at the hazy Red Summer, and Keiral stood up and said, soaking up two women in fantasy.

Nero cares about the last sentence.

“Eh ~ ~ ~ Why am I leaving!” Nero stood up dissatisfied and forked his waist and said, "This woman who's in the way of us should get out of here!” Nero's words prompted Altoria's dissatisfaction.

“What!” Altoria cried like an angry lion: "You bastard, what are you talking about in our camp? If you ever say anything like that again, I'm gonna ask you to go back! ”

Humph twice, Nero thought about the question between Kerall's handmade food and oral cheap, which was more important, and then shut his mouth very nicely.

Just constantly provoking with her eyes and despising Artoria with her own figure kept Artoria in the throes of the Tricorpse.

Soon, Kerall came back with four plates of steak.

There is not much food here for the time being. Of course, the Romans will bring food, and the so-called food convoys will only have about 100 people, and they will come here with carriages, but it is clear that the Romans are responsible for their own food, the Macedonians are responsible for their own food, they are at the crossroads of the four countries, and only a distant army like Camelo has no military food.

So Nero put it very well: "Would you like me to share some food with you? ”

“No, you don't.” Altoria looked at Keiral with a knife and a fork, as if Keiral would just fly over with one knife if he agreed.

Instead, Dinesha eats the black pepper steak calmly, like a real lady, chopping the steak into little pieces, eating little bites and little bites, and her eyelids are not so good, she seems to be very pleased to see Kerall difficult.

“We have enough food.” Kerall laughed: “We brought 200 beef cows. And even Macedonian backup has been pushed away. I'm sorry, Nero. ”

Keiral was telling the truth, because when he was drinking with Alexander, this distinguished military man from Alexander also raised the issue of paying for Keiral, who came a long way.

It is precisely because of the junction between the four countries that the significance means that soldiers must compete and that it is easy to deliver food in any direction.

In the face of this situation, Kerall still refuses without hesitation.

Cattle of this era are hard to deal with, because cattle stubborner than donkeys can't really be evicted.

It's just that since Kerall put a nose ring on the cow's nose, the cows have been slaughtered.

So 200 beef cows is enough for these swords and knights to last a long time.

Most of them are actually beans and wine with big bags for the horse's strength.

And then the rest is beef with barley, which is not a big deal.

And while the swords make up more than half of the production, more than 200 swords eat as many as 20 people.

So mainly the problem of 200 knights, 200 knights are well solved, two cows are enough for 200 people to eat, like this steak, eight double, a cow about 200 to 300 kilograms, divided into so many parts and then add barley buns, almost full, and have a sip of wine, that's great life.

So don't worry, Kerall is perfectly qualified to last until the late stages of the Covenant.

“Whoo! It's delicious.” Fresh steak with hot black pepper, crisp broccoli and regular fruit salad.

The so-called Western food is really helpless.

Because spices and spices are too few, even Kerall can only do this.

But nevertheless, Nero had a great time.

It's really easy to satisfy the ancients.

Kerall smiled gently, and his toes ached.

Altoria turned her head and looked at the drum: "Don't give her that look! No!”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Kerall smiled helplessly, lowering his head and slicing a steak into his mouth, Kerall's mind floated.

“Hey, Kay, what are you thinking?” Nero asked.

“No, I was wondering what should be done [in the past].” Kerall looked up and smiled in response.

“Hmm...”

The four of you were at the same time sinking.

“Three years?” Nero shook his head gently.

“It's been a little long, and even if I did, a few others wouldn't necessarily say yes.” Nero shook his head and said.

“No, Alexander has promised.” Kerall swallowed the steak and looked up and smiled. “He had promised that he would be happy to jump three feet tall when he heard the news, even pulling his generals to dance.” Kerall laughed and took his glass and rinsed the black pepper flavor of the steak with red wine.

Keiral began describing Alexander for Nero with an admirable tone: "Alexander is a man of courage. ”

“The guy called Iskandar by the Egyptians is constantly crossing, crossing, extending his layout to the whole East.” This eastern Kailar does not refer to the [East], but to the Far East and the Middle East, which are moving eastward.

“And his pride is probably the greatest of all kings and emperors, right? With the curiosity of an explorer and the greed of an emperor, he's a guy who even takes your things and tells you to run over you again.” Keiral Haha said with a smile.

Friendship and position between men are irrelevant, love killing each other is probably the best explanation, respect for you is why I kill you, that is the thinking of men.

Those who conspire to desecrate them are totally incomprehensible.

Of course, the three women in front of Kerall also couldn't understand where Kerall's slow appreciation of Alexandria came from.

“If you like him so much, why don't you go to him!” Jealous instead of Nero, she turned her head and blushed at Kerall.

“Won't yo.” Altoria grabbed Kerall's hand at the table, and his face was full of happiness and tenderness: “Even if Kai slept with you, did X with you, and had children with you, I was sure he wouldn't leave me.” After all, it's been 20 years of detention!

“Chi... the disgusting guy.” Nero looked at Altoria and Kerall with a tender look, and his mouth was very unpleasant, but his eyes revealed an enviable expression.

“Now, understand why Kerall would never agree to a solicitation from someone like you or Alexander.” Dinesha gently tasted the red wine and also revealed an enviable look in her eyes. The bondage between the two began as a child, from the friendship between a duke's son and a knight's servant, to a crossing between love.

Loyalty, there is.

But they can't hide their feelings.

This is not daylight. Green plum bamboo horses have never been successful in counter-attacks. Growing up together, two green plum bamboo horses brings about the best possible stumbling blocks. No one can sever the stumbling blocks between them in this era.

Dinisa's relationship with Kerall was intimate, but the two were totally incompatible with Altoria and Kerall's.

The word "bound" is too platonic, so if you change it to “love," then it's easy to understand.

Or affection?

Anyway, the word "bound" is just a word that combines everything from affection, love, friendship, etc., and connects them together.

“Then you should go. Oh, Nero.” It's getting late.

Everyone in the three camps lit a torch and photographed this part of the camp. Although it was impossible for everyone to fight without the commander's orders, it was obvious that Nero was not fit to stay here.

If the other party thinks that Kerall has Nero in their possession, it will be troublesome if they wipe their guns on both sides.

So watching the sky slowly slow down, Kerall can't wait to start chasing people.

“Why! I want to meet you tonight for a long time XXOO...” Nero Haumai's open speech made Altoria come out of this little place completely irresistible, blushing she pointed at Nero and couldn't speak.

“Don't be so open to the masses, Nero…” Keiral said, with his forehead covered, although it was known that Romans and Greeks had traditionally been courageous enough to open up to celestial baths later in Europe, most often in countries along the Mediterranean coast, such as Spain, Rome and Greece.

But I still didn't expect Nero of this era to have such a bold and open spirit.

“Me, my openness is just to you alone.” Nero turned his head and suddenly blushed. This expression was a violation of the law. On a weekday, with a face of dignity and seriousness, she suddenly became so contradictory and adorable, the beauty of the whole person went directly 200%.

Even Keiral looked so stunned.

“Okay, well, anyway, you have to go back today, otherwise you'll be in trouble if you cause a misunderstanding.” Kerall pushed Twinello and said.

“Okay, okay, trouble is killing me.” Nero mumbled.

It's just a moment of excitement to think that you're going to be completely free.

Then he was persuaded by Kerall.

“Okay, okay, I'm on my way!” Nero said helplessly.

Having sent Nero away, Kerall could finally easily sit by the bed and begin to overturn the latest intelligence.

The intelligence system was originally established to keep the emperor out of the house and familiarize himself with the world. Even though Kerall has gathered here most of the people in the world who can shape the situation, he still has a keen interest in every move on the continent.

This is not future generations, where the world with satellite GPS can be sent out in seconds at the first moment of the message, and people on the other end of the planet react immediately.

Even with fast horses, pigeons and falcons, this place can cause a certain amount of information delays, ranging from about 1 to 15 days long enough to make a huge difference.

So what Keiral can do is extrapolate the course of the future situation based on a lot of tiny intelligence, so two or three days in advance to extrapolate the future course and plan the response, which is why Keiral stays undefeated on a lot of things.

And all of that requires a lot of intelligence and Kerall's mind.

Camelot's only real intelligence analyst is Kerall. Finding traces of massive intelligence every day to judge the future is the main reason for Kerall's heavy workload. Every year, what Camelot throws on intelligence is at least about 200,000 gold coins. Alexandria is going to be scared to hear about this. You know that Assassin never wanted to give money to Assassin because it has its own money channels.

It was only after hearing Kerall say this that Alexander realized that it was much more economical to control intelligence agencies financially than to establish an agency to control intelligence agencies.

Altoria walked up from the side and naturally snuggled up in Kerall's arms, eating and laughing.

“What's up, Lily, not like you usually do.” Nor did Kerall lift his head to continue to hold Altoria, while the other hand unwrapped the wax seal and pulled the information out of it, looking at the information he wanted to know.

Because he's the only one, his brain has to run at full speed to be able to find the next main line in just a few dozen syllables of characters and infer dozens of possibilities of development and rule them out, so he's looking almost entirely at it.

“I had no idea Kai was such a hotshot.” Altoria grinned and laughed, holding Kerall's waist and limbs.

“You.” Kerall helplessly flipped over and put her on the bed, then broke her hand and pillowed her neck on his own.

Kerall, who had the file in his other hand, shook his head helplessly: "I've always been a big shot. ”

“Hey, I know.” Artoria, smiling like a silly girl, softened Keiral's heart.

With Nero is passion, with Dinesha is dependence, with Hero is happiness, then with Altoria is ease.

Easy and relaxed.

Relax completely so Kerall doesn't have to worry about anything.

This is home.

A haven of complete relaxation, a place where you don't have to wear a mask to indulge in your joy and sorrow.

This is the source of happiness.

Keiral laughed, he dropped the file, gently touched Altoria's stomach, and suddenly spoke.

“Lily, let's have a baby. ”

“Ah?!” Altoria's resistance and language were all blocked back into Kerall's stomach.

Two seconds later, the oil lamp in their tent was wiped out by Kerall...

In the early morning of the second day of their arrival in Kerall, the late arrival of the spectacular Uruk heavy shield infantry arrived.

But what Gilgamesh did was he sat on a giant golden throne held by hundreds of people, like a movie, 300 miles of Emperor Spartan, a luxurious and useless thing to describe his temper.

The first time Alexander expressed his disdain.

“Humph, this kind of guy who just wastes no trees, can he really wait for me?” The morning came here after a refreshing breakfast and talked to Alexander and Aristotle, and the chattering Keiral looked at the luxurious and wasteful guy in front of the camp after hearing Gilgamesh arrive, and Alexander couldn't confidently ask Keiral.

He was despising each other's qualifications because they were so bad that he couldn't help wondering if they were really kings? Not some wealthy overnight businessman?

“The King's qualifications do not depend on the amount and temperament of wealth, but on the strength and strength of the country.” Kerall smiled back.

Making Alexander laugh, Puffa clapped his big hand on Keiral's back, and Alexander said out loud: "I do like the attitude of your boy, it's really appetizing to me. So, Kay, are you sure you don't want to be my subordinate? Even the throne is empty for me. ”

In theory, Alexander calls himself "Alexander the Emperor”, in other words, he is also qualified as a “King”.

In the concept of Westerners, emperors and kings are two different creatures, and kings are inferior to emperors, which means that there is not enough land, like half Europe or half the Middle East. You are ashamed to call yourself emperor. Keiral used to call Nero King of Rome, and Nero was not angry with the lesson. How much does Nero like Keiral?

But Kerall still smiles and refuses, which is not an interesting thing.

And then there's the headlines, knowing that Alexander, the great future, is now talking only casually, and this guy has an extraordinary desire to conquer and an extraordinary tolerance, which is probably why he can conquer Europe, the Middle East and India.

In the afternoon, Isli also came with his own 500 dead fighters, a group of two thick cloaks of unbearable exclamation from the cold, frozen Far North.

This era of northern Germany, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, and so on, together, is the whole country of silver.

But most of the mountains, the snow, can't even get into the merchants, so it's almost like a semi-closed state, and there's no one at all to go to Isli to rest and rest there, except for Uruk, which is nothing...

So Gilgamesh, who has no position, is extremely unpopular.

And now, the show is about to begin. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)